This is the luthier's 1oth cello being played so beautifully by a mystery cellist. This wee film shows just a little bit of the magic that the luthier creates with his own hands.
And he brought me breakfast in bed yesterday after I have spent the last few days being a surly cow. He is the best.
The smallest girl turned four and is not small anymore. She is rapidly shooting up and gaining on her brother and is also taking birthday princess-dom to new heights. Don't be fooled by the pink fairy gear, she is a ruthless dictator who bears no fools and leaves no room
for the slightest interpretation of her will.
J and I were stupidly proud of ourselves for constructing the petit chateau pour la petite princess. Donna Hay might not think much of our rustic, slightly leaning manifestation of her design, but screw her and her insane obsession with pale blue and utter pristine-ness. We stuck sparklers in the top and were rapt with the effect on the little pink party-goers and that it didn't topple over.
Meet Smiley, as she has been ironically named. This beautiful Waldorf doll from Poppy Bean and Bloss, is the prized birthday gift. She fits into the family perfectly as she already has a dirty face and has become Sophie's constant companion. The theory for these Waldorf dolls, I think. is that they don't show emotion so that the child can project their own emotions on to it, or something like that? Experts please correct me if I am wrong. Sophie did ask "Why isn't she smiling, Mum?" and so to compensate for her lack of expression, first entitled her "Saddie", thought better of it and now she is 'Smiley'.
As for me, I have again wandered away from my own space and spent some time dwelling in the world of what I wish I had rather than investing that energy in loving what I've got. It's cyclical, I guess. Happy to say that a conversation and coffee with the luthier has returned me to the planet and to the plan. Its so good to feel that, even though you occasionally become unearthed and carried away, the plan made ages ago is the one that you always come back to, and that progress has been made, even if sometimes it feels like the steps have been infinitesimal.
The sun is out on the island today.
Temperatures are in the mid-20's! Holey moley, its a heatwave!
Handsome children are bursting from the bushes.
Pretty maids and bees are buzzing around the ruffled lavender.
TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
(Lyrics by Claire Hamill)
Tuck & Patti
Sometimes it amazes me,
how strong the power of love can be,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.
You've watched my love grow like a child,
sometimes gentle and sometimes wild,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.
* It's too good to slip by,
it's too good to lose,
too good to be there just to use.
Gonna stand on a mountain top and tell the news,
that you take my breath away.
Your beauty is there in all I see,
and when I feel your eyes on me,
ooh don't you know you just take my breath away.
My life is yours,
my heart will be,
singing for you eternally,
oh don't you know you just take my breath away.
Sometimes it amazes me,
how strong the power of love can be,
and sometimes you just take my breath away.
My life is yours,
my heart will be,
singing for you eternally,
oh don't you know you just take my breath away.
Once there was a friendship.
Exotic and dark, it sprouted in difficult dirt. Tended with anticipation,
its potential was thrilling. It flourished, intertwining us two.
Ensnaring us in its tendrils, it encircled us through life and death,
the occasional blooms spectacular.
But time rot perished it,
Apathy pruned abusively and those rare blossoms failed.
Obligatory revivals were attempted, forced and bitter,
Like CPR on a dead man.
Leaving us at a distance to stare at its remains.
Left to a dusty corner pot it hangs, dry and brittle,
Like a macrame-clad maiden hair. Present, but a memory.
Once I had a friendship.
It sprouted in difficult dirt
